When I was in high school we were happy if we could just GET gas. There were numerous assaults and even a shooting or two at the gas pumps. If you dont remember, there was a "shortage". We could only get gas on either odd or even days, depending at what digit your plate ended with. You'd wait hours, backed a mile down the street, to reach the gas station. Then, when you got there they might say, you can only get 5 or 10 gallons. It didnt matter where you worked or how much you used.
We used to say we didnt care what it cost, as long as you could get it. I guess I should shut up and be happy.